Funday Sunday

Funday Sunday wasn't so fun afterall. This has been a rough weekend at work. I feel like I've ran a marathon (over the course of 3 days). These 36 work hours were...woo...bad is an understatement... maybe just horrid. I thank the good Lord that they are OVER! I love my job. I love being a nurse. I love my patients-okay not ALL of them but most. I love the majority of my coworkers. So what else could I ask of a job? Maybe good management. Yes, good management would be nice and seems like it'd be necessary. Necessary, it is not...obviously. I am not sure what is going to come of my working after baby number 2 gets here. WP and I would like for me to go PRN and work probably 2 days a week (12 hour shifts). When you are PRN you have a say over which shifts you can work. With WP coaching now our schedules conflict unbelievably. I do not trust the babysitter that keeps Archer to keep a newborn. I hated the way she tended to him when he was an infant. WP wants me to stay home with the kids. I love my job and want to work, but will willingly work a couple days a week vs a full time schedule. There is actually good money in PRN work. I can work less hours and make the same. The downfall to PRN work is there are no guaranteed hours, unfortunately.

Anyway, must find a hair dresser tomorrow to fix this awful haircut I paid for last week. Ish...